The flight lasted all of 11 minutes. It is hard to imagine how such a short leg could be of such rapture, but it was. Credit must be given to the days that preceded the flight, because they hold the key to the distilled delight and might explain the hyperbole.
Tampa, Florida, to Lakeland, Florida, is all of 28 nautical miles. Light on fuel and alone, our Cessna CJ1 slung itself off the runway and the 3,000-foot level off was there just as I got the throttles back, the gear up, flaps up, ignitions off and the engine sync on. Clear, smooth and doing a leisurely 190 knots, the destination came into immediate view as the ATIS came up on the No. 2 radio. There was nothing left to do…
